There are so many _______ I want to say
Wishing to express myself ,
But the ______ dance on the tip of my tongue
Teasing me before fading away,
The distance grows,
As they keep talking,
And I keep struggling,
Where they never have to.
I love the way _____ flow on a paper,
In a poem saying the things I can’t
No matter how I try, the ______ run away
Stretching the distance between me and others.
Out of fear,
Leaving me far behind
As I wonder why they run.
The desire to speak _________, even one
Boils in my blood at my weakness.
In my inability to even speak a _______
My tongue is just a piece of flesh.
Just taking up space,
To say one _____ leaves me exhausted,
My mouth is only good for eating,
The harder I force the ______ out
It doesn’t sound like me at all.